The wind howled through the trees, smelling of death and fear. I stood alone on the bridge, my face turning into a confused look of pain and ache, when I noticed something. The world became blurry, the colors became fiery, and I was afraid.
My heart pounded; I held my head, my fingers running down my cheeks, stopping between my cheekbones. The sound that came out of my lips was not a scream, but a desperate shout to be saved from torture. The bridge trembled beneath my feet and the water below was rushing.
I felt like the cliff was standing in front of me, pulling me down. I was just looking down at the edge of the cliff, torn between jumping to a place I didn’t know and being afraid of my future waiting for me. The sky may not have understood my pain, that suddenly it turned red and a fast wind blew. Was it a storm or was it my future?
Figures on the opposite shore were watching me. Is it the truth or is it someone from my future that I fear? Their faces were unnoticeable, all they did was watch me from far across the bridge. My mouth opened in fear at that moment, but nothing came out. Only the particles and coldness of the wind filled my open mouth.
And then, as suddenly as it began, it passed. My silent scream faded away, leaving only the echo of my despair about the future. The bridge stood firm, the water was calm. The figures on the shore remained silent, as if they had turned their heads somewhere else.